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1.
Minho's arms are snugly wrapped around Seungmin's waist when he wakes up.
It takes Seungmin's sleep-muddled brain a few seconds to realize why he's unable to budge, Minho's arms locking him in a furnace of warmth and comfort that Seungmin almost doesn't want to get up and start his day. Their legs are tangled underneath the blanket and he can feel Minho's even breathing hit the back of his neck, their bodies flush close together, so comfortable and cozy that Seungmin thinks getting up and getting ready for his classes for the day isn't just worth losing the feeling of Minho's warm body behind him.
It's a rare occurrence that Seungmin rises first than Minho, the elder having a strict morning routine that he always has to do or else his day would be in a complete disarray. Usually, the younger wakes up not long after him to a complete breakfast and Minho's daily dose of Seungmin– it's what Minho calls it, much to his faux chagrin because Seungmin actually secretly loves every bit of their little morning routine, and just consists of him calling Seungmin a spoiled puppy for waking up and only having to eat what Minho prepared for them, then kissing the living daylights out of him (it depends though if Seungmin has brushed his teeth already, if not yet, Minho considers his neck free real estate)– then they go to university together and eventually go their separate ways and meet again not until lunch time comes.
("I only keep you around so that someone eats what I cook," Minho impassively says, stirring his cup of coffee as he stares at Seungmin scarfing down the breakfast he prepared.
"I'm only with you because you cook me breakfast everyday," he says, pursing his lips. "Plus you're warm and you give great cuddles, so..."
"Are you in love with me, Kim Seungmin?" Minho brings a hand to his chest, acting shocked.
Seungmin scoffs, rolling his eyes for good measure. "In your wildest dreams, Minho hyung."
They continue eating breakfast like that, Minho spewing nonsense and Seungmin indulging him– if Seungmin notices the fond look Minho gives him later on as they finally sit in silence, he makes no mention of it.)
"Hyung," Seungmin gently taps Minho's arm. "Minho hyung, wake up." )
Minho is a lot softer and amiable in the mornings, all cuddly and clingy to Seungmin as sleep still seeps through every fiber of his being, the unabashed brashness and sarcasm long gone as Minho seems to try to mold their bodies into one. Seungmin would be lying if he said he doesn't love witnessing Minho like this, whispering to him sweet nothings in the darkness of their room without a single care for the outside world.
But as much as he loves it, they also have a degree to study and finish and he knows how much Minho dislikes being late, so even if Seungmin wants to stay in bed with him for longer, he knows they'd have to get ready soon.
"Minho hyung, wake up. We're going to be late."
"Stop moving so much, Kim Seungmin." Minho's husky morning voice reaches his ears, his grip tightening around Seungmin's waist even more. "I'm trying to sleep."
"We have classes."
"One absence won't hurt."
"Minho hyung." He tries again, doing his best to turn around and face the elder. Once he succeeds, he brings a hand to cup Minho's cheek and lightly squeezes it. "We really need to get up right now. You and I don't have evening classes later, we can go home early and sleep longer once we go home."
Minho seems to consider Seungmin's proposal, opening his eyes to Seungmin staring at him gingerly.
"Good morning," the younger greets him, smiling.
Minho hums, brushing a strand of Seungmin's hair away from his face so he can look at his younger boyfriend properly. "Good morning, baby."
"What do you want for breakfast?" Seungmin asks, moving to get up. "Pancake? Kimchi jjigae? Toa–"
"You are not entering my kitchen, Kim Seungmin."
Said boy pouts, "I just want to cook you breakfast."
"You can do that next time, hm? I can even teach you a few recipes easy enough for you to start with." Minho leans in to land a kiss on the younger's forehead, smiling to himself when Seungmin starts giggling.
Like the smitten boyfriend that he really is, Minho ends up leaving a few more chaste kisses all over Seungmin's face, moving on top of him and locking his younger boyfriend in between his arms and thighs. Seungmin's got such a pretty smile on his face after the display of affection his older boyfriend gave him, smiling so bright Minho's certain he can rival the sun.
"You're so pretty." He mumbles into the crook of Seungmin's neck when he leans down, splaying his whole weight over the other. "How did I get so lucky having such a pretty baby all to myself?"
Deeming his words not enough, Minho starts leaving butterfly kisses along the surface of Seungmin's neck and Seungmin positively melts against their mattress, hands flying to card through his boyfriend's messy hair to make a mess of it even more.
Once Minho reckons Seungmin kissed enough, he lifts himself away from his boyfriend, smirking at the dazed and flushed look his boyfriend has.
"Pretty," Minho whispers, reaching to thumb at a little mark he left on his boyfriend's neck, making him whine. "So pretty and all mine."
"What's gotten into you?" Seungmin rushes out, covering his face as he feels heat rise up to his cheeks. All this flirting can't possibly be good for his heart.
"What, can't I appreciate what's mine?" Minho shrugs.
"Okay, okay. We've established the fact that I'm yours," the elder smiles smugly at that. Distracted, he isn't able to stop Seungmin in time before he stands up and rushes towards the bathroom, laughing. "I'm gonna use all the hot water, good luck on your ice cold shower, hyung!"
"Ya, Kim Seungmin! You brat!"
2.
Seungmin really likes photography.
There's nothing quite like being able to capture life's most beautiful moments and being able to relive a specific memory just by looking at a photograph. More than that, Seungmin finds it amazing how images capture the raw beauty the world can offer, from simple sceneries to grand fireworks, to two people getting married, a baby taking its first steps– he absolutely loves everything about it.
He's no professional and Seungmin likes to be humble about it, but he's like, really good at photography.
His followers and friends' Instagram accounts are all a testament at his remarkable skills, always the designated photographer of their friend group. He's fine with it, after all, he's got a set of gorgeous and photogenic friends (don't tell them that) who deserves every bit of good angle and lighting in all their pictures.
On the other hand, Seungmin's Instagram account is full of images of scenery, cityscape and candid moments he randomly took– anything but his face. Even his display photo is a picture of him with his back on the camera.
It's not like he doesn't have the confidence to take pictures of himself, but Seungmin just really finds it more fun and experimental to photograph his surroundings than himself. There's only so much he can do with his face, but with nature and the sky and the people around him? There are endless stories to capture.
But then again, his clear lack of images of himself doesn't escape Minho's keen eyes.
"Ya, Kim Seungmin," Minho calls him over, frowning. He's silently scrolling through his phone while Seungmin is on the couch, a book in hand.
"What is it, hyung?"
"Why don't you have pictures of yourself on your own Instagram account?" Minho probes, raising a brow at him. "You take pictures of everything but yourself."
"Are you stalking my account?" The younger accuses, a laugh threatening to spill past his lips.
"Oh shut up and just answer my question, Minnie."
He pauses for a moment, thinking, before Seungmin shrugs, nonchalant. "I don't know. I guess I just don't like taking pictures of myself? Besides, taking pictures of those sceneries are like, way prettier than my face could ever be."
"What?" Putting his phone down, Minho glances up to look at his boyfriend incredulously. "Kim Seungmin, put that book down. What did you say?"
The younger only looks at him quizzically, "did I say something wrong, hyung?"
"What do you mean 'way prettier than my face could ever be'? Don't tell me you don't think you're pretty." At Seungmin's clear lack of response, Minho almost throws his hands in the air. "Kim Seungmin, what the fuck?"
Seungmin has the audacity to laugh at Minho's outburst.
"You're my boyfriend, Minho hyung. You're kind of obligated to tell me I'm pretty." He chuckles, standing up to sit beside his frowning boyfriend and linking their hands together. "But it's not like I don't believe I'm pretty, though thanks for having a lot of faith in me, hyung. It's more like, there's this restriction I feel when I take pictures of myself? It doesn't feel as freeing as it is when I take pictures of my surroundings and landscapes. And besides, it's not like I don't have pictures of myself– hyung, we literally have like a thousand selfies on your phone– and I have the occasional selfies I take whenever I do particularly feel pretty, I just don't post them."
Minho is still huffy by the end of his explanation, Seungmin giggling at the adorable expression he has on his face. It takes the younger all of him not to kiss the pout away from his lips. Minutes pass by as the two sit together in silence, Minho taking in what Seungmin just explained and Seungmin playing with Minho's fingers to hopefully calm him down a bit.
"Thanks for explaining it to me," the elder quietly says not soon after. "I just think it's absurd that you don't think of yourself as deserving to be captured in a photograph. But I guess, pictures won't do your beauty justice."
Seungmin stills, blinking at Minho. "Oh shut up, Minho hyung."
Minho only laughs at him.
The very next day, Seungmin wakes up from his nap with a ton of Instagram notifications. Confused, he hurriedly opens his account thinking that he was somewhat hacked, only to see that it was just Minho who has tagged him on a post.
Breathing out a sigh of relief, Seungmin clicks to see what it was and is genuinely shocked at what greets him.
@leeminho98
a little appreciation post for my puppy, the love of my life, and the prettiest person i have ever laid my eyes on – @kimseungmin00
the stars wish they have eyes as bright and dazzling as yours, whose eyes i won't ever get tired of looking into. even the sun is jealous of how much warmth your smile holds. when you smile at me, i am convinced everything gets better. and it does. everything about you is so pretty, the way you talk, the way you laugh, when you're singing, while you're studying, even when you're asleep, it's unfair how amazingly pretty you are. not only that, but you, my love, is incredibly pretty on the inside too. you have such a wonderful heart, who doesn't fail to be so kind and so loving and so generous that you genuinely bless every person you come across with.
thank you for choosing and loving me, @kimseungmin00. hyung loves you! ♡
Attached with the caption are five candid pictures of Seungmin, taken by Minho at the most random of times: the first one is of Seungmin studying in their living room, the second one is while they were out with their friends and Seungmin is in mid-laughter, his braces coming into view. The third one is taken while Seungmin is fast asleep on Minho's lap, the fourth one is a picture of him holding his camera while they're out strolling through the park, and the last picture is Seungmin playing with Minho's cats.
Seungmin feels himself tear up as soon as he finishes reading Minho's post. He doesn't even know Minho takes pictures of him when he isn't looking, and has always thought that his gallery was just full of pictures of cats (which he truly doesn't mind). He knows how public displays of affection aren't his boyfriend's strongest pursuit, so knowing that Minho did something out of his comfort zone just for him makes him just a tad bit emotional.
Okay fine, 'just a tad bit emotional' is a far reach, he is technically sobbing at this point– but who doesn't when he just feels so loved and appreciated?
Quickly, he picks up his phone again to text Minho, sniffling.
to: lee minho
i hate you
come home
you're responsible for my tears
to: kim seungmin
Aw, my baby's crying
I assume you've seen my post already?
I know it's nothing much but you deserve it
I love you
to: lee minho
come home i need a hug
I love you too (*´˘`*)♡
see you
3.
The thing about Seungmin is he's really smart but he's also very naive.
Maybe it's because Seungmin is just a naturally kind person that he's so unsuspecting of everyone else, but it's so painful having to watch people hit up on him without them knowing that Seungmin doesn't even realize he's being flirted on. Minho trusts Seungmin and he knows the younger won't do anything that will jeopardize their relationship, who wouldn't hesitate to declare he's in a loving relationship the moment he realizes their intention. So sometimes, Minho likes to sit back and observe how people try to hit on his own boyfriend.
It's quite funny, after all.
Right now, their friend group is invited by Chan and Changbin to a house party with a bunch of seniors and juniors from other departments. Minho only knows a handful of people, so he doesn't even bother trying to interact with all these strangers, preferring to sit back and enjoy his drinks while watching Seungmin have fun with their friends.
It's a little more like he's babysitting, but like honestly, Minho doesn't care so long as he's assured that Seungmin is fine.
As it currently is, Seungmin, Hyunjin, Yongbok and Jisung are all seated closely together on the couch, probably sharing some gossip that only the 2000 line are apparently allowed to know. Minho knows it doesn't take long before they share said gossip to each of their boyfriends, just like what Seungmin does to Minho.
So far, everything's chill and good, but not until a man approaches the group of friends on the couch that Minho recognizes is someone from the same department as his boyfriend does his night start to get more interesting.
He notices how said man says hello to each of their friends, but his handshake with Seungmin lasts for a little longer than necessary, squeezing his way in between Seungmin and Hyunjin so that he can sit down. Probably recognizing the man's intention, Yongbok looks helplessly across the room at Minho, discreetly gesturing at the man obviously trying to get his boyfriend's attention– but Minho just waves his hand, mouths 'it's okay' and continues to observe from a distance.
Of course, he wouldn't hesitate to act once he notices Seungmin in discomfort, but right now? It's more like Seungmin is not even recognizing the presence of the man seated beside him, opting to continue his conversation with his friends.
Minho watches as the man leans back, trying to put an arm over Seungmin's shoulder and Minho almost runs to stop him, only for Seungmin and Yongbok to stand up all of a sudden, squealing at something they're talking about. He tries not to laugh too loudly at seeing the exasperated look on the man's face, trying so hard to insert himself between the four friends but obviously failing to do so.
"Is Seungmin hyung being flirted on again?" Jeongin asks as he sits beside Minho, looking over the group to wave at his own boyfriend.
"Yeah, it's so funny seeing him fail, though."
"You're a mad man, Minho hyung." The younger laughs, chugging down his drink in one go.
They talk some more, glancing at the group from time to time to make sure their boyfriends are still fine. Albeit looking impassive about the whole ordeal, Minho still keeps a close eye on the man sitting beside Seungmin, one wrong move from him and he'll probably have a good meeting with Minho's fist. It's only when Hyunjin stands up and almost loses his balance did Jeongin quickly come over to his boyfriend's rescue, probably ushering the older somewhere quiet and private to help him collect himself.
"Hey man," someone speaks beside him.
Minho looks up from his drink to see that it was the man trying to get his boyfriend's attention. Minho hides his own amused laugh behind a cough. He didn't succeed with Seungminnie so that's why he went to me, he thinks.
"I keep noticing you constantly looking over to that group over there," the man smirks, slowly swirling the drink in his cup. "Anyone got your eye?"
Yeah, Seungminnie, my boyfriend, Minho snarkily replies in his own head. He almost rolls his eyes at the apparent smugness that seems to heavily decorate this douchebag right in front of him, but he catches himself right before doing it, taking a huge swig from his drink to distract himself.
"No, not really. I was just looking around," he says instead, lying through gritted teeth. "What about you?"
"Oh yeah, see Kim Seungmin right over there? The tall one wearing a blue sweatshirt?" The man puckers his lips to point at Seungmin's direction, who is currently up and about dancing with Yongbok and Jisung. "This night won't end without him going home with me."
Minho feels a surge of anger course through him, licking his nerves like fire, gripping tightly the glass in his hand. This asshole seriously thinks Seungmin is that easy to get? It took Minho a good three months to even convince the younger to go on a date with him, and this jerk right here thinks he can have Seungmin after, what, fifteen minutes of failed flirting?
"Heard he's got a boyfriend though," Minho replies, trying to sound cool.
"I don't see him anywhere." The other laughs maniacally, roaming his eyes around the place. Minho kind of wants to erase the laugh out of his face with his fist. "Besides, it's his fault for leaving his pretty boyfriend alone."
Something in Minho snaps, his nostrils flaring at what he just heard. Is this man serious? It's one thing to accidentally flirt with a committed person, but it's totally an asshole choice to try openly flirting with someone while consciously knowing they're in a relationship– Seungmin isn't even responding to him positively, is he just a douchebag or is he stupid?
"Oh look, pretty boy is coming over here. Guess he got tired talking with his friends and wants a ride home." The man chuckles, leaning back to finish his drink, fixing the collar of his shirt right after and loosening the top few buttons off.
Minho almost barfs. Guess it's time to teach this jerk a lesson.
"Minho hyung!" Seungmin greets once he gets past the crowd of people, running over to the elder and hugging him. "Why aren't you joining us?"
The look of confusion on the man's face as he watches Seungmin cling onto Minho is so gratifying to watch, so Minho makes sure he puts on a good show.
He inserts a hand inside the pocket of Seungmin's jeans, pulling him in, their faces so close he can feel the warmth of his boyfriend's breathing. His other hand brushes a strand of hair away from the younger's face, "I was just talking to this gentleman right here, baby."
As if he's only noticing the presence of the other man, Seungmin turns his head from where he has been looking very intently on his boyfriend's face, his face lighting up when he recognizes who it is.
"Oh it's you!" Seungmin points at him. "Sorry, I know you were trying to flirt with Yongbokie but he's taken already. His boyfriend is actually one of the people hosting the party, I guess he's just too nice to say it to your face."
"What– I– I wasn't–"
Minho chokes on a laughter, wholly enjoying the astonished look the man has on his face. Sometimes, his boyfriend's naivety comes in handy at times like this– all those men who tried to get his Seungmin's attention, only for them to fail because Seungmin only has eyes for him and no one else.
"Right, before I forget." Minho starts, pulling the younger even closer and fixing his gaze at the man standing dumbstruck across them. "I'm Lee Minho, the boyfriend of this pretty puppy right here."
"W–what? You're his boyfriend?" The man asks, voice a bit shaky.
"Yeah, got a problem with it?" Seungmin snarkily asks for both of them. The sudden outburst makes Minho smile smugly.
"Behave, puppy." He whispers lowly right into Seungmin's ear, still staring at the man slowly backing away from the two of them.
Then, as a final blow to the man's ego, he pulls Seungmin in this time to kiss him straight on the lips, earning him a surprised sound from the younger. Seungmin's mouth falls open when he feels Minho lightly squeeze at his ass, the elder taking the opportunity to lick into his mouth, their kiss growing wetter and hotter by the second. By the time Seungmin is softly whimpering at the sensations brought by Minho's skillful tongue, the man is already long gone and it's just Minho and Seungmin making out in the corner of the room.
"What was that for?" Seungmin asks, breathless. Minho tries not to get distracted at his swollen lips slicked with Minho's saliva, stomping down the urge to pull his boyfriend in one of the empty bedrooms and kiss him for hours.
He cups his boyfriend's face, feeling it go warm under his touch. "Nothing, you just looked so pretty I couldn't resist myself not to kiss you, baby."
The giggles that Seungmin let out are light and airy as he buries his face on Minho's chest– and if they spend the rest of the night like that, clinging to each other, then that's only on the two of them.
4.
Minho feels hot– it's so hot that it feels like molten lava is running through his veins, licking at his insides and ready to be set free at any given moment now.
In front of him, Seungmin is on his knees, looking like the very picture of sin all the while looking so soft and docile that Minho just wants to ruin him, tears in his eyes as he takes Minho's cock in his mouth with utmost mastery that he's certain he won't last long.
"So good for hyung," Minho exhales as he shallowly thrusts into Seungmin's open mouth, drinking in the sight before him. "Taking me so well, Seungminnie. You're just hyung's good boy, aren't you?"
The answering hum Seungmin gives him shoots straight into his cock, making him groan and snap his hips even harder. Seungmin doesn't even choke, just continues on sucking the life out of him and making pleasure flow through every crevice of Minho's entirety.
They were just peacefully watching a movie right before it all happened. Out of probable boredom and just because he can, Minho had pulled Seungmin into his lap, smiling at his boyfriend looking all docile and soft above him while wearing Minho's pajamas.
One thing led to another, and the next thing Minho knows, he's sucking marks on the expanse of Seungmin's neck, trying to pull the younger as close as he possibly can. Minho's sure he can probably spend the whole night like this, making out with his cute boyfriend while said cute boyfriend continues to ride his thigh like it's his job to do so.
It's when Seungmin gives a particular hard grind onto Minho, saying he's so close, does Minho lift Seungmin off of him and pull him to their bedroom.
Minho reaches down to grasp at Seungmin's hair, "you're so pretty like this, Seungminnie. O–on your knees like the good boy that you are for me, making me cum– fuck–"
A whimper leaves Seungmin, loving the praises that stumble out of Minho's lips and start really working on his cock like there's no tomorrow. He pulls away first, taking a deep breath, before diving right back in and suckling the head as he holds Minho's thighs for support. Seungmin starts going down on the shaft of Minho's cock, licking a strip down the underside and reveling on the moan that Minho makes as his head makes contact with the wall behind him with a soft thud.
It doesn't take very long for Minho to reach his high, his back arching off of the wall, coming with a loud moan into Seungmin's open mouth. He's a pile of boneless limbs against the wall, trying to catch his breath and collect himself as if it felt like his soul was sucked right out of his body.
"Fuck–" he ends up whispering, feeling himself grow harder again at the sight presented right before him. Seungmin's got droplets of white dripping down his lips and chin, a flush high on his cheeks, and a bulge in his boxers that Minho deems uncomfortable that he starts to take pity on his boyfriend.
He pulls Seungmin up and pushes him gently to their bed, taking off his shirt as he crawls right above the younger. Minho snickers as he sees Seungmin's pupils dilate even more, his own neediness getting the best of him as he pulls Minho down to a slow and sensual kiss.
They kiss like time is endless, hands roaming each other's bodies like they haven't spent hours and hours doing so. Minho basks in the whimpers and moans Seungmin lets out as they rut against each other, trying to mold their bodies into one.
"Pretty baby, so needy just for me," Minho chuckles against Seungmin's heated skin as he goes down on his lovely boyfriend, puffing out a breath of air as he goes nearer in the one place Seungmin likes him the most to be, placing his legs above Minho's shoulders.
"H–hyung," Seungmin's voice sounds teary, grasping the bedsheets in his hand as he doesn't know what to do with his hands when Minho starts licking into him. "P–please, I need you so bad."
"Don't worry, baby. Hyung's got you, hm?"
5.
It's late in the evening when Seungmin wakes up from his nap.
He just finished a major test earlier the day and after spending hours upon hours studying for said exam, Seungmin is now free to indulge in some much deserved sleep and he did just that exactly– hitting the covers right after he took a shower and took the longest nap he possibly ever had during this whole semester.
He wakes up the moment he hears Minho come home, but as he's still drowsy, he ends up falling asleep again. It's only when Minho finished his shower does Seungmin perk up yet again, and in the suddenness of the moment, decides to close his eyes once again and pretend he's still asleep.
He doesn't know why he's doing this, when he can get up and spend quality time with his boyfriend instead– but there he is, lying perfectly still on the bed, curious if Minho will do anything.
The scent of strawberries fills the air as Seungmin senses his boyfriend enter the room, hearing him move around a little quiet than usual probably in respect to him still 'sleeping'.
"This kid," he hears Minho say. Footsteps draw closer until it stops and Seungmin feels his presence near him, freezing in his position in an instant.
"No wonder why he's always so cold, he doesn't even use a blanket." Minho mutters, more to himself than Seungmin. For a few seconds, silence fills the air and Seungmin briefly wonders if he'd left the room, almost taking a peek to check. To his surprise, the bed beside him dips and he feels the warmth of Minho engulf him in a comforting embrace.
Okay. So he's hugging Seungmin. It's really taking a lot of him right now not to downright coo.
He feels a finger run across the expanse of his forehead, as if smoothing it out and Seungmin relaxes against the touch. How did he get so lucky having such a considerate boyfriend like his Minho hyung? Always taking care of him even in moments of unaware bliss.
In his moment of pondering, he almost flinches when he feels a soft pair of lips against his forehead, then the apples of his cheeks, and finally, on the tip of his nose. Seungmin wills himself not to blush. Does Minho really do this whenever he's asleep or is he doing this because he knows he's awake and only pretending to be asleep?
"So pretty," he hears Minho whisper, the elder putting an arm over him. "Even when you're just sleeping, you're still so pretty. How is this fair?"
I can ask the same thing to you, he thinks.
"Oh god, I love him so much." Minho mumbles lowly, but clear enough for Seungmin to still hear it. His heart races in his chest as he hears Minho's love confession, feeling a lot like he just ran a marathon when in fact, it's all because of one certain man.
"I'm so glad you're mine," he feels Minho lightly squeeze him, another peck landing on his cheek. "I love you so much, Kim Seungmin. Good night."
Seungmin ends up falling asleep again in Minho's arms.
+1
It's a lovely day and Seungmin and Minho are currently out, enjoying the last days of their freedom before another school year starts.
The cool breeze is refreshing against their skin, the sounds of waves crashing over the shore a pleasant background to the beautiful view they're presented with, the shore a calming scenery with the skies painted with hues of oranges and pinks. It's such a pretty view that Seungmin couldn't help but take a thousand pictures of it.
But still, nothing could compare to the beauty that his Minho hyung holds.
He has always been aware of how pretty Minho is. Seungmin isn't exactly oblivious to the stares and whispers that follow his boyfriend everywhere he goes, attracting attention so easily despite doing nothing for it. Seungmin thinks Minho was born to be just like that– something like a star, brought to the world to be admired and looked at, who will always remain shining and sparkling even after the darkest of times.
From the slope of his nose and jaw, to his eyes that hold such clarity and honesty, down to his soft lips that could only speak of nothing but love and truth– even his eyelashes that seem to flutter every time he blinks, Minho is truly a person that emanates beauty deep within himself as it manifests on the outside for everyone to fawn over.
"What are you staring at?" Seungmin snaps out of his reverie when he feels Minho nudge him, a gentle smile adorning his face. "Do I have something...?"
"Yeah, prettiness." He exhales, still caught at the beauty of his boyfriend in its natural state. The orange and pink hues shine a delicate light on his face, making him glow, the wind causing his hair to lightly sway along with it.
Minho is breathtakingly beautiful– Seungmin feels a lump in his throat as he feels the urge to let the elder know.
"What–?" Minho looks away, laughing lowly. "What's gotten into you?"
"I just... you're so pretty, Minho hyung. Do you know that? How pretty you are?"
"Ya, Kim Seungmin–"
Said man ignores what is being said and instead, reaches for Minho's hands to hold them tightly against his. "I'm not even talking about how physically attractive you are– although I could have an entire monologue just for that as well– but I'm just really amazed at how beauty runs so deep within you that you just... you're someone who has so much love and care to give for the people around him, and even if you put up this whole tsundere front sometimes, I know how big of a heart you have, Minho hyung. It's just incredible to meet someone who has a heart so loving and giving that you genuinely make other people want to become the better versions of themselves."
By the end of his monologue, Seungmin is already catching his breath from how quickly he rushed out everything he wanted to say to Minho, looking at him with the utmost fondness in his eyes. He doesn't know what's gotten into him, but right now, all he wants is to appreciate his boyfriend as he deserves.
"You're the best I've ever known," Seungmin smiles brightly, leaning forward touch their foreheads together. "I love you, hyung."
Minho only blinks at him.
Okay. This wasn't the reaction he was hoping for.
Seungmin, in turn, blinks at him too. There's a sudden feeling of nervousness go through him as he thinks he's gone too far with the praises, an apology already waiting at the tip of his tongue.
He's about to say sorry when he notices it– the red creeping up Minho's neck, a pretty flush making itself known high on his cheeks, his rapid blinking, and his ears, his ears have gotten so red that it actually almost concerned Seungmin if he isn't just well aware of the fact that this whole turning tomato thing is Minho's natural response when he gets flustered and shy.
Seungmin tries to hold in his laughter, reaching out to gently rub one of Minho's reddened ears. "You're so red. You okay, hyung?"
Groaning, Minho rushes to cover his face with his hands and rubs it harshly. Seungmin really laughs this time.
"You cannot say things like that and expect me not to react like this! Kim Seungmin, you brat!"
"What, I'm just telling the truth!" He turns and hugs his boyfriend sideways, trying to hold him in his arms despite the squirming. "You really are so pretty inside and outside, hyung. Aside from that, you always take care of me so well that I'm genuinely starting to think I can't live life without you."
"Oh you're stuck with me, Kim Seungmin. If you think you can get rid of me, it's too late to try. You should've done it two years ago, brat."
Seungmin sighs, "poor me, stuck with someone like you. Whatever will I do?"
Minho flicks his forehead and as revenge, Seungmin throws sand at him just because he can. They play like that, a little banter here and there, a few kisses exchanged between the two of them until it gets dark and the sun has already fully set.
By the time they've decided it's time to go home, Minho stands up to brush off the sand from his pants. A tug on the hem of his pants has him looking back again on his still sitting boyfriend.
There's a pout present on Seungmin's lips as he stares at Minho. "You haven't said I love you back to me yet!"
Minho chuckles, extending a hand to Seungmin which he accepts. Once the younger has stood up, Minho wastes no time in pulling him close by the waist, a surprised sound coming from Seungmin at the sudden close proximity they are in.
"Stop pouting." Minho chuckles as he runs a thumb over the other's lips. "I love you, my Seungminnie."
The smile Seungmin gives him is blinding, "I love you most, Minho hyung."